Coach drivers are a funny lot, technically they travel far and wide, negotiating towns and cities all over Europe. By rights they should be brimming with local knowledge and travellers tales but coach drivers are cut from a different cloth. At least the average British coach driver is.
With this in mind I bring you the tale of Bob who parked up his coach on a side street in Paris. Having dropped his passengers he drove out of central Paris and found a nice empty road to park in. After tidying the inside he locked up the coach and started walking back into Paris itself. Some hours passed, perhaps he had a coffee in a café, more likely he asked for tea and was disappointed by its quality and lack of hobnob. Who can say, but after a time he decided to head back to his coach. Problem was he couldn’t remember where he parked it. He wondered around the vast metropolis of Paris for some time, presumably wishing he had brought the map with him until exasperated and running low on ideas he called his boss.
The conversation has been passed down to me but apparently it went thus.
“Um I can’t find my coach”
“Where did you park it?”
“Down a side street”
“What was the name of the street?”
“Well it was Rue d’ something”
Please add your own expletives. Since Bob still worked for the company when I arrived on the scene we can only imagine that he found it eventually.
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